Not Enough.

May 5, 2016

I’m running to you, trying to get to you before the inevitable happens. I can’t run fast enough, I won’t make it but I keep trying.

Just as I get there you die. It happens every time. Every time I get there you’re just lying there, lifeless.

I never make it to you. You always die just before I get there.

Every time I dream this, it never ends well.